Never One

To regret the chances not taken or 
to regret the pain of the mistakes made

Which is the harder to endure?

The angst of knowing it would have 

been a mistake, but having given it your all 

at any rate 

Or the pains of having done so and regretting 

the pain of the position into which you have placed 

others

One is never one

One does not exist in a vacuum no 

matter how hard he tries to believe otherwise 

His actions, his words, will always impart angst and 

distress to others

No matter how well intended

Even those he cares most for will be hurt whence 

all has ended

One is never one

One does not exist in a vacuum no matter 

how hard he tries to believe otherwise

It comes to be that, once a destroyer, always a 

destroyer he will be

Acts of kindness and feelings of friendship are 

fast and easily confused

People are misread and seen as to be deceiving 

or to be used

One is never one

One does not exist in a vacuum no matter 

how hard he tries to believe otherwise

In his self imposed darkness he weeps

His own company, alone now, he keeps 

For, in spite of all his best intentions, only pain 

and fear still he reaps

Shadowed Memories

Your skin was moist and warm
I awoke to an empty bed
The memory of you still fresh in my head

The warmth of your neck against my face
The way you smell after a shower
Your lovely lips, delicate and red

In the middle of the night, I hear your voice,
so it seems
These are echoes from my memories,
from my dreams
The memory of you still fresh in my head

Your soft brown hair cascading down and
framing your face
Your bright blue eyes laughing
Your lovely lips, delicate and red

I close my eyes and feel your arms around
my neck
Your body warm and pressed against mine
The memory of you still fresh in my head

The memory of you still fresh in my head
Your lovely lips, delicate and red
A smile, a downward glance, a swish
of your hips, a tilt of your head
You say so, so much and hardly a
Word you've said